Bond By The Silverblood
🌹 A While Apart but Close by Hearts
By Mizh Jenny
Cathrina and Edward were never meant to be apart...
But life pulled them away, leaving only letters, memories, and the bond of their hearts.
Distance tested their love, time challenged their patience...
Can a love that survived miles survive destiny?
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Chapter 5
🐺 CHAPTER FIVE - The Oath Awakens
~1,050 words | intense, emotional, rising attraction + danger
Lyra barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Lysa's furious stare... the glowing birthmark on her arm... and Kael's face when he whispered:
"My wolf didn't choose her."
She didn't know what that meant.
She didn't know what to do with the heat that rose in her chest whenever Kael looked at her like she was both a weapon and a weakness.
When dawn finally bled over the mountains, Lyra sat up, exhausted.
A soft knock sounded.
"Lyra?"
Kael's voice.
Her heart jolted.
She opened the door to find him leaning against the frame, dark hair messy, silver eyes bright in the morning light. He looked less like a ruthless Alpha and more like a man who hadn't slept either.
"We leave in five minutes," he said. "Training ground."
Lyra blinked. "Now?"
"Now," he repeated. "The sooner you learn to control what's waking inside you, the safer you'll be."
Control what's waking...
Her stomach twisted.
"Kael... what's happening to me?"
He exhaled and looked away. "I'll explain once we test your limits."
"Test my limits? I don't even know what I am."
His eyes flicked back to her, darkening with something unreadable.
"You're the only thing standing between me and a prophecy written in blood," he murmured.
"And you're not ready to hear all of it yet."
Before she could respond, he turned and walked down the hall.
Lyra followed him outside, where the cool morning air cut through her nerves.
Wolves were already awake-some in human form, training; others shifting and sprinting across the valley. They all paused when Lyra passed.
Whispers.
Stares.
Fear.
Curiosity.
Kael shot one glare across the grounds, and the whispering ended instantly.
He led her to a secluded clearing surrounded by ancient stones carved with lunar runes.
"Stand here," he said.
Lyra stepped onto the circle of stones. Immediately, she felt something-an energy in the earth, pulsing softly under her feet like a heartbeat echoing her own.
Kael faced her.
"Show me the mark."
Lyra pulled back her sleeve.
But something was different.
The mark wasn't faint anymore.
It glowed brighter-warm and alive-like molten silver flowing under her skin.
Kael's breath hitched.
"It's awakening faster than I expected."
"Is that bad?"
"Not if we can control it. But if we can't..." His jaw tightened. "It will draw every enemy within miles."
Lyra swallowed hard.
"Okay," she whispered. "Tell me what to do."
Kael stepped close-too close. His heat sank into her skin, his shadow blending with hers.
"Close your eyes."
She did.
"Focus on your heartbeat," he said softly. "Slow it... steady it... feel the ground beneath you."
Lyra inhaled deeply.
"I feel... something. Like the earth is humming."
"That's lunar energy," Kael murmured. "It responds to you."
The air shifted.
Warmth spread up her arm. The birthmark glowed even brighter.
Lyra gasped. "It's burning."
Kael grabbed her wrist gently. "Steady your breathing."
"It hurts-"
"Look at me," he commanded.
Her eyes snapped open.
His silver gaze locked onto hers-intense, grounding, sharp enough to cut through the panic rising in her chest.
"Breathe with me."
He inhaled slowly, his chest rising.
Lyra mirrored him.
The pain dulled.
The glow steadied.
Something pulsed between them-soft, electric.
Kael's expression shifted, his jaw tight, eyes darker.
The air thickened.
"Kael..." Lyra whispered.
He dropped her wrist suddenly, stepping back as if burned.
"We're done."
Lyra frowned. "But I barely started-"
"I said we're done," he growled, turning away.
She stared at him, stunned.
"What did I do wrong?"
His shoulders rose and fell with a deep, frustrated breath.
"You didn't do anything. I did."
Lyra stepped toward him.
"Kael-talk to me."
"No," he said sharply. "Not about this."
"Why not?"
He turned, eyes blazing with something raw.
"Because when you tap into your power, it calls mine. The Oath responds. And I-"
His voice shook.
"I almost shifted."
Lyra froze.
Shifted?
Because of her?
Kael dragged a hand through his hair. "I can't lose control around you. Not when I'm supposed to protect you."
She stepped closer anyway.
"Then teach me. Train me. Don't push me away."
His eyes softened, just barely.
"You don't understand what you're asking."
"Then explain it."
Kael inhaled slowly-painfully.
"When the Oath awakens, the Alpha and the Seer draw power from one another. It amplifies everything-strength, fear... attraction."
Lyra's breath caught.
Attraction.
"You mean... you feel something when I-when we-" She swallowed. "Is it the magic or-"
"It doesn't matter," Kael cut in harshly.
"Because anything I feel for you, or anything you feel for me..."
His voice broke, rough and low.
"...could get us both killed."
Lyra's heart twisted.
"But what if we're stronger together?"
Kael's eyes went wild for a moment-like his wolf was clawing at the surface.
"You don't know what you're saying, Lyra. If I lose control... if the Oath pushes too far..."
He stepped back, trembling.
"It could force a bond neither of us can undo."
"A bond?" she whispered.
"An eternal one," he said quietly.
"Wolf-mated. Soul-bound. Life-tied."
Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs.
"And you don't want that?" she whispered.
Kael closed his eyes, agony flickering across his face.
"I want too much," he admitted.
"And that's the problem."
Before she could take a single step toward him-
A distant howl cut through the air.
Then another.
Then-
BOOM.
A shockwave rippled through the ground beneath their feet.
Kael's eyes snapped open, all emotion replaced by deadly focus.
"They found us."
"Who?" Lyra breathed.
Kael grabbed her hand, pulling her close.
"Darkfangs. And they're coming straight for you."
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I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.
9.3
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9.3
"Hey, stranger... you look dangerously tempting tonight."
The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and a reckless smile curved on my lips.
He leaned closer, voice deep and taunting. "Careful, Mrs. You might not survive what you're asking for."
His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, pinned me in place. I knew in that instant I was standing before a predator ready to consume me whole. The way his hand brushed against my cheek sent shivers down my spine - and I hated how much I wanted more.
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Will Brinda allow her wounded heart to open again, or will Jason's dark world pull her deeper into a game of desire and deception?
Step into a story of passion, betrayal, and fate - where one night changes everything.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.8
I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast.
But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait.
The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall.
She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure.
My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy.
"You are the disgrace that will end this family."
She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions.
I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life?
But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me.
"To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep."
That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy me—she was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
8.5
The blood moon was rising...
She was an innocent girl in the village. She was offered to the Dark Forest against her will. The Blood Moon captured her womanhood in the Paradise of Five Werewolves Pack.
She lost her virginity to the Five Werewolves who managed to explore her utmost heavenly discovery. Secretly, she loves the feeling of being subdued by the Dominant werewolves.
She secretly escaped with one of the pack and lived outside the Dark Forest.
The Dark Leader captured the remaining four werewolves of the Dark Forest. Their futures lie in living with humans secretly as a punishment.
They lived alongside the modern civilization of the human world and discovered themselves to be acceptable all along for Love, Secrets, Marriage, and Life.